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In hindsight, Zanka should’ve figured that since his second unfortunate encounter with the Raiders that one certain member of theirs was too much of a lunatic to actually leave him alone. Which was precisely how he found himself zipping through this particular town’s dark and deserted alleyways in the hopes of throwing off said lunatic now pursuing him.

‘Whatever you guys do, don’t try to take on these Raiders by yourself unless someone knows your location. Obviously, I know all of you can handle yourselves against them but it’s dangerous when we don’t know where you are.’ Had been Enjin’s warning precaution to Team Akuta. Unfortunately for Zanka, he was very much a) alone and b) unable to update anyone about his location. The second part admittedly was his mistake for only vaguely telling Semiu that he was going out to get more lacquer for Lovely Assistaff.

He hadn’t noticed anything off until he had walked into the public square. There were plenty of people milling about buying goods from the many different stalls crammed into the plaza. But training in the academy sharpened and attuned his senses to pick up on the fact that someone had been following him. A quick glance from one of the mirrors being sold in a booth gave him a glimpse of certain purple clothing and long dreadlocks cuffed in gold.

Immediately, Zanka’s first instinct was to lead the Raider far away from the crowd of people. From the looks of it, his pursuer seemed to only be after him and if he got to Zanka there would most likely be a lot of collateral damage. His second instinct was to not raise any suspicions towards his pursuer that he had realized he was being tailed.

With those in mind, Zanka quickly walked out of the marketplace and turned right into the closest alleyway. As he speed walked into the narrow alleyway, he could hear the other’s footsteps picking up speed and Zanka broke into a run. Whatever the hell did Jabber want from him he wasn’t sure but Zanka knew that he doesn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.

He lifted up the wrist encircled with his choker and just as he was about to send an SOS to Enjin, the footsteps behind him ominously stopped. Confused, Zanka whirled around to find the alleyway devoid of anything else other than him, piled up wooden crates and random bits of trash along with several filled up dumpsters. Unfortunately, that was his second mistake of the day.

A heavy weight from above him tackled him to the ground and before he could attempt to send one desperate message to his choker, a shoe-clad foot stomped on his wrist, pinning his arm onto the ground. Jabber was crouched on top of him now and cold metal slashed down, trapping his wrist in between two poisoned claws before Zanka could use his free arm to gain any leverage. One wrong move would immediately nick his flesh and pump him full of toxins that would render him useless for the next 30 minutes.

“Ah, ah, ah, you’re not allowed to do that,” Jabber smirked down on Zanka, the Raider looking far too pleased at the sight of his now captured prey underneath him. “I don’t want anyone disturbing us, y’know?”

“What tha’ hell do ya want from me,” Zanka spat, glaring at this captor. In the scuffle, Lovely Assistaff was thrown off somewhere beyond Zanka’s limited point of view. He’d have to think of another means to send a message to the Cleaners but with Jabber pinning him down like this, it was beginning to look highly unlikely he’d be able to.

“Aw, didn’t you miss me? I know I missed you, my dear Zan-zan,” Jabber cooed and Zanka made a mental note to beat the absolute shit out of Jabber as soon as he was freed from his restraints. Jabber cackled loudly at the expression of absolute anger Zanka knew he was sporting at that very moment. “Think of this as me wanting a little pay back, hmm? Those broken ribs you gave me hurt like hell man!”

“Ain’t you supposed to be a damn masochist?” Zanka sneered as he concentrated his energy to try and surge up his pinned arm to no avail. In response, Jabber dug his foot down more, crushing Zanka’s wrist against the ground much to the Cleaner’s chagrin.

Jabber looked to the side, tilting his head as he pondered for a moment. “Well… yeah but still! It wasn’t fun to deal with that shit after awhile!” The Raider focused his attention back on Zanka again, broad smile looking akin to that of a Cheshire cat. “So now, let’s have some fun again, hmmm~?”

Zanka was definitely screwed if he let this continue any further. A moment’s distraction, that was all he needed to hopefully throw off the other man off of him. The foot on his arm was replaced by pointed metal teasing the palm of his hand, a warning to choose his next movements carefully. Jabber’s face was too close to his now, excited breaths just shy of ghosting his own puffs of agitation.

This was by far his stupidest idea and Zanka was sure he was going to regret it till his dying days.

Lifting his head up, Zanka closed the distance between their lips. Zanka would’ve laughed so damn hard at the shocked expression on Jabber’s face if the situation wasn’t so dire on his end. The Raider’s mouth opened, as though to say something that Zanka would no doubt rather not hear. Taking the chance, Zanka slipped his tongue in, deepening the kiss.

At first Jabber was unresponsive, like the situation was far off from what he thought would happen that for once he was so caught off-guard that he didn’t know what to do. ‘Well, that makes two of us,’ Zanka mused as he brushed his tongue against the other’s, the action causing the Raider to shudder. Then, like a taunt rubber snapped, Jabber seized forward, claws retracting back as he used both hands to cup Zanka’s face and kiss him back like a man starved.

‘Gross, this is so gross,’ Zanka thought, borderline hysterically, as Jabber dragged his tongue inside Zanka’s mouth, sliding over his teeth and lapping at the roof of his mouth. The Raider insistently crushed his lips against Zanka’s, his teeth digging hard into the Cleaner’s now kiss swollen lips until the tang of iron began to mix with the taste that Zanka had now identified as Jabber’s. ‘It feels so gross, it feels so gross, it feels so…good…?’

‘What?’

Their kiss broke with an audible wet pop, the both of them panting for breath as dumbfounded navy blue eyes stared into wide-eyed magenta ones. Jabber’s pupils were blown wide, the darkness almost swallowing the purple irises away. There was a gleam in his eyes that Zanka had seen before in their fights. Excitement.

The respite didn’t last long before another bruising kiss stole his breath. Only two thoughts ran rampant in Zanka’s head. Firstly was that this shouldn't be happening and secondly was that he should put a stop to this, his arms were freed from their previous constraints he could very well reach out, shove the Raider off of him and flee back to the safety of HQ. And yet he did none of those things.

Like a marionette possessed by a being other than him, Zanka instead found his fingers intertwining into dark locks as he pulled Jabber closer. Their tongues danced against each other as blood continued to leak from several cuts on his lips, a courtesy of Jabber’s continuous aggressive biting.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” Jabber murmured breathily, head lowering and before Zanka could respond, Jabber yanked down the zipper on his uniform and harshly sank his teeth into porcelain neck.

Zanka jolted at the sensation and he could feel warm blood spill from the bite. “What’re ya doin—,” Zanka broke off with a low groan as rough, velvety tongue dragged against the wound, licking up the spilled blood. The sound did nothing but further encouraged Jabber to move over to the other side of Zanka’s neck, took another mouthful of unblemished skin and bite down hard enough for blood to drip out.

Zanka’s third mistake (or maybe it was his fourth by now) of the day was to accidentally bump his knee against Jabber’s crotch. The Raider moaned against his neck and Zanka’s face flushed red when he realized the other was hard. This was beginning to feel like a dangerous game and more alarm bells rang in Zanka’s mind that he should definitely leave while he could.

“Hey, Zan-zan,” Jabber rasped as he continued sucking more bites onto Zanka’s exposed skin. “I didn’t know this is the ‘fun’ you wanted us to have. Not complaining though.” He finally stopped attacking Zanka’s neck and grinned down at the Cleaner laying underneath him. Blood stained his teeth red, with small scarlet smears around the corners of his mouth. Zanka shouldn’t have found that attractive and yet…

With a start, Zanka snapped out of his traitorous thoughts and it just registered to him that Jabber thought this was something he’d wanted to do, that it wasn’t a mere distraction made to escape from his clutches. After all, this was all that was, right?

“...right, yeah,” Zanka mumbled and his breath hitched when Jabber reached down and cupped his clothed growing erection. When the hell did he started getting hard? He didn’t really have any time to wonder because calloused fingers had dipped their way underneath his pants and underwear, and began thumbing at his slit. His hips jerked up involuntarily and precome smeared onto the other’s hand.

Well. Fuck it.

Zanka reached forward and yanked Jabber’s face down, crashing their lips back together all while his free hand started undoing the Raider’s clothes. Like a small retaliation for making him bleed so much in the previous minutes, Zanka roughly bit down on Jabber’s lips until he tasted the metallic tang of blood. Jabber let out a muffled groan in Zanka’s mouth and in the back of his mind, Zanka was beginning to realize why the other was adamant in making him bleed.

Maybe it was the flavor of Jabber’s lifeline on his tongue or the way Jabber was stripping Zanka’s clothes off, with blunt nails raking at skin, a silent promise that he would make Zanka bleed more. Whatever it was, Zanka felt a rush of dizziness, more than that he felt like he was going to combust.

Escape? Who the hell was he kidding, he could’ve done that ages ago.

With the top half of his uniform opened and pushed to the side while the bottom half had been taken off, Zanka felt horrendously exposed now that his erection was in full view for the Raider to see. Jabber was in more or less the same state of undress as him, with his Raider jacket gone and only a black tank top covering him while his pants and undergarments were also discarded off to the side. Still, conscious of himself, Zanka’s legs started to inch close before they were shoved back open by the other man. “Don’t shy away from me now, lemme see ya,” Jabber said silkily as he knelt in between Zanka’s legs, cock dangerously close to Zanka’s hole.

“Shut up,” Zanka muttered and he hated how weak and breathless he sounded. His body shook as Jabber’s fingers began to trace around his rim. If someone told Zanka that he would be losing his virginity in some random dank alleyway to Jabber Wonger, he would’ve burst out laughing until tears streamed down his face. Well, he certainly wasn’t laughing now. The only thing he felt now was dazed apprehension and building pleasure.

“Should’ve warned me we’d be doin’ this, I’d have brought lube,” Jabber chuckled in amusement and Zanka quickly grabbed the other’s hand, stopping him from making any further actions.

“Since yer so insistent ‘bout havin’ my blood, why don’t we use yer’s for a change,” Zanka grouched. Looking around he spotted a piece of broken glass just off to the side. It had been out of his reach earlier from when he had been pinned down. He sat up partially, grabbed the piece while ignoring the cut it scored across his own fingers and palm. Blood that he knew would be eagerly drank up by Jabber spilled crimson against his hand.

Without so much as a warning, he tugged Jabber’s hand towards him and slashed the glass fragment across his palm. The action caused Jabber to shudder in pleasure as blood flowed from the wound, coating tanned fingers with streaks of maroon, a few drops falling onto Zanka’s exposed stomach.

“There’s yer lube mmph—” Teeth clacked against teeth as the rest of Zanka’s words were stolen away by Jabber roughly kissing him once more. The aggressiveness of the movement caused Zanka to fall back down on the hard cement all the while Jabber swirled his tongue around Zanka’s. Jabber continued to drown Zanka in breathless kisses, drinking up his whimper when he inserted one blood covered finger into Zanka.

“So tight, how’ll I fit baby?” The tips of Zanka’s ears burned red at the words and he slapped his cut up hand against Jabber’s mouth. This did nothing to discourage him, instead Zanka shivered at the feeling of Jabber’s tongue sliding across the wound.

His back arched up when Jabber inserted another finger, scissoring his hole before adding another digit. The thick fingers began to massage Zanka’s insides and a particular crook of Jabber’s fingers punched out a choked moan out of him. Jabber grinned wickedly at him and Zanka should’ve known that nothing good would come out of that expression.

“Ngh…ah— AH!” Zanka clamped a hand on his mouth, trying to muffle the absolutely filthy noises coming out of him as Jabber proceeded to abuse his prostate. Jabber tsked and pulled his hand away, pinning it above Zanka’s head. “Lemme hear ya, Zan-zan~”

“Fuck..you...mnh,” Zanka gasped when the fingers were abruptly pulled out of him. He probably appeared like a wreck, he certainly felt like one. With blood smeared all over his mouth and hands, bloodied bite marks covering the expanse of his neck, and smudges of burgundy form across the rest of his skin. But from the way Jabber was staring intensely at him, one would think Zanka was a divine being gifted to him by the heavens.

“You look so good like this,” Jabber purred, taking Zanka’s lacerated hand and bringing it close to his mouth. “Covered in your own blood, goddamn, I can’t get enough of it.” Jabber pressed a small kiss against the sliced flesh before biting its jagged side and opening the wound more. Zanka hissed in pain, his hand trembled as more blood spurted out of the now widened cut.

“Yer such a damn freak,” Zanka grumbled as he watched Jabber savoring his blood that was now freely running down his hand. This earned a particularly boisterous laugh from Jabber. “You’re the same as me, my dear Zanka.”

“Besides,” With a smirk, Jabber finally pulled away from the bloodied hand, bringing the limb against the Raider’s painfully hard cock. “We needed more ‘lube’.” Zanka’s brows furrowed in irritation at the obvious callback but he said nothing and instead focused on rubbing fresh blood on Jabber’s dick. It was big, veiny and heavy in his hand. It was now just dawning onto Zanka if it could even fit in him.

Jabber panted as Zanka coated his appendage with the viscous liquid, precome spurting out from Zanka’s actions. Finally, Jabber aligned the tip of his bloodstained cock in front of Zanka’s entrance. He pushed in and Zanka’s hand scrabbled at the ground for purchase as Jabber shoved another inch more.

“AH!” Tears welled up Zanka’s eyes, the back of his head thrown back upon the cement as he struggled to accumulate the cock bullying its way inside him. ‘It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.’ Zanka thought deliriously and he was undoubtedly never doing this again. Tears leaked from the corner of his tightly shut eyes as the painful stretch overshadowed any pleasure he could have felt.

Zanka’s eyes blearily blinked open when he felt soft kisses pressed onto his eyelids. He realized he was trembling badly and breathing raggedly as Jabber unceasingly pecked more kisses on Zanka’s face. Jabber had stopped trying to thrust more of himself in Zanka, instead he now took the Cleaner’s lips onto his and languidly kissed him.

It was a much needed distraction and Zanka was equal parts surprised and grateful. Surprised that Jabber hadn’t chosen to just simply fuck him with no care for his comfort and grateful that Jabber wasn’t that much of an asshole. He broke the kiss with a moan when Jabber’s hand wrapped around his semi-erect dick and begun to stroke it back to its previous hardness.

“Hmm, shoulda known it’d be too much on the get-go,” Jabber hummed. He experimentally pulled out the few couple inches Zanka had been able to take before slowly pushing the same length back in. Zanka whimpered at the feeling but it wasn’t as awful as it was earlier. This much he could take. His hands found their way below Jabber’s tank top, nails clawing his back deep enough for pinpricks of blood mark onto dark skin.

Jabber gripped Zanka’s thighs in a bruising hold as he began to set a pace where he was only carefully using the tip of his cock. It genuinely shouldn’t have made Zanka feel the ignition of a small spark of emotion somewhere deep inside his chest and yet it did. Thickened fingers found their way back on his rim, teasing him all while Jabber thrusted his tip in and out of him.

“Mngh…haah—” He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the dual sensation of Jabber’s thick cockhead stretching out the entrance of his hole and his hand alternating between caressing his rim and jerking off his dick, all the while staining more of Zanka’s body with sticky blood.

“Gonna come soon, baby?” Jabber whispered sultrily in his ear. “Come on, come for me.”

Zanka’s back arched as he keened, ripping up more red lines across Jabber’s skin as ropes of cum shot from his cock painting his blood smeared stomach with blotches of white. Jabber grunted as Zanka’s hole clenched around him and his orgasm following him soon after Zanka’s. Jabber shallowly shoved his cock in, shuddering as he finished inside him with a loud groan.

Zanka laid still on cement, too tired to do anything but to simply try and catch his breath. He felt sore everywhere with the wounds on his body stinging every time he so much as moved a muscle. It was going to be hell to try and explain away why his uniform was stained with blood as well as why his hand and neck were bleeding.

“Who’d have thought little Mr. Bad Attitude could be such a whore,” Jabber wolf-whistled as he stared at Zanka, eyes roving at the disheveled figure almost as though he was carving the image into his memory. “I’m kinda getting jealous over the other people you’ve fucked.”  

Zanka glowered at the Raider, “That was my first, you scuzz.” He forced himself to sit up, wincing at the ache that shot up from the action. Cum dripped from his hole and with the post-orgasm clarity hitting him, he was starting to regret everything. Maybe he should’ve just let Jabber poison him instead, maybe it would’ve been a far better fate. It was too late for regrets now though and he could only yank his clothes back on whilst salvaging the last shreds of dignity he had left. He’d already lost track of how many mistakes he’d made that day.

Jabber snickered, “No way, are you for real? I took your first?” He was also tugging his clothes back on. But Zanka was faster and he had already stood up, fully clothed and more than ready to lock himself in his room and never reemerge.

“Fuck you,” Zanka snapped, grabbing Lovely Assistaff from where she fell and storming away. The blood was sticking his skin to his clothes in a horrible tacky way, the cuts and bites stung and reopened with every brush against fabric, and overall everything was just too much for Zanka.

“Whoa, whoa, what the hell’s gotten into you?” A strong grip on his wrist stopped him from walking away. He tried to wrench his arm away but with the overwhelming emotions he felt, the action was weak and absolutely did nothing to dislodge Jabber. ‘Don’t engage.’ Right, so he wasn’t allowed to swing his vital instrument in case he provoked Jabber because again he fucked up by not telling anyone where he was. Maybe the whole reason Enjin told them not to fight the Raider’s by themselves was because of Zanka’s previous failures.

 “Let go of me,” Zanka gritted out, bowing his head when he felt the tell-tale moisture dampened his eyes. His bangs obscured his vision so he was caught off-guard when suddenly Jabber was in front of him, cupping Zanka’s face with both his hands and forcing him to look up at him. Zanka narrowed his eyes defiantly at Jabber, refusing to acknowledge the salty tracks of liquid trailing from his eyes.

Jabber sighed and suddenly Zanka found himself being pulled into the Raider’s arms. He tensed up, ready to push Jabber off when a hand came up to his head, petting him the way one would to a frightened animal.

“You’re an idiot,” Jabber giggled as he continued to run his fingers through Zanka’s hair and for once in his life Zanka found that he would have to agree with him.

Zanka desperately hoped that his final mistake was to melt into Jabber’s touch.